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A Postponed Lycanthrope?

She says, "Please, bite me."

"What?" you reply, surprised.

"Everyone's changing. Please, I don't want it to be scary. Bite me."

You stare for a moment before replying, as your desire wars with ... what? Why does the idea seem so wrong?

Suddenly, you realize.

"I'm sorry," you say. "I can't."

"No, please!" Irene exclaims. "Just bite my hand..." she says, thrusting it towards your face.

"No!" you say, hopping back. As she rises, desperation in her eyes, you continue, "Let me explain! I want to, just let me explain!"

She stops, standing among your fallen chairs. Looking at her, you almost waver, but force yourself to stay back.

"Listen, we don't know how this works. It could be that all of us ... bitten, will just die, come morning. We might all go crazy. We might all become just animals. Maybe even the CDS will land in the morning and cure us all, and then charge us with deadly assault.

"That's ... that's not why I'm telling you no.

"This thing, the lycanthropy, it changes us. Your mate, Inga, went from being a big animal rights supporter to eating stray cats. I, I can't even think about eating a salad, now, it'd be like eating a ... an ashtray, and I even considered trying vegetarianism before. That couple out in the street went from being panicked over being attacked, to attacking people themselves, almost instantly!

"I ... it's just not a decision to make in a moment of passion."

Irene gapes for a moment. "But..." she says.

"Please, Irene," you say. "I know you're scared. You're scared some stranger will leap out on you. You're even scared you'll be alone, a human in a werewolf world. But please, just wait for morning. We can decide then. I'll protect you."

You hold out your hand. "Trust me?" you say.

Irene takes a deep breath and releases it. Putting a smile on her face, she reaches her hand to meet yours. "I trust you," she says, and shakes on it.

She takes another breath. "What shall we do until morning?"


Written by Robin Z

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